I guess this is by Renee Wilder.
Pushed Beyond the Limit
It was about two years this past summer when one of my husband's old high school buddies came back to town for a visit. He and his wife stayed with us since we had an extra bedroom and while he seemed like an alright guy, his wife was a real bitch. I took an instant dislike to her but held my tongue and bit my lip on many occasions when I would have loved to tell her off in spades.
Her name was Karen and she was a real knockout. She had the body of a Playboy Playmate and the face of a model with dark brown hair, big pouty lips, and the scruples of a street slut. She paraded our trailer half naked most of the time in trashy lingerie that I didn't appreciate, especially because of the way my husband's eyes followed her every move. She really played it up to the hilt to, making sure he got an eyefull whenever possible by bending over in front of him, spreading her legs briefly as she crossed her legs, or by just adding a little extra wiggle to her walk. Her husband didn't seem to mind and by the way their bed springs carried on every night, he had no problems with her promiscuous, rude behavior.
I'd talked to my husband several times about Karen but he just brushed me off and said I was trying to make a fuss about nothing so the situation continued. I'm no frumpy housewife when it comes to looks and body, but I just didn't have the personality to compete with Karen and her blatant exhibitionism. Sure, I had a drawer full of cheap, trashy lingerie, but that was for the privacy of the bedroom and not for public display as far as I was concerned. The longer things went on the hotter I was getting and I couldn't wait for them to leave.
Then one afternoon when I got home from work, the guys had gone fishing and Karen was there by herself. She was in MY bedroom, trying on MY lingerie, and I was pissed.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" I asked harshly.
"Browsing," she said with a smile.
"Browse through your own things," I quickly shot back, grabbing my favorite black babydoll out of her hands.
Karen then sat on the edge of the waterbed, put her hands on the bed behind her, crossed her legs, and leaned back a little. She was wearing a baggy white tee shirt and what looked like a white bra and white panties underneath it but I wasn't sure. All I wanted was for her to get out of my room so I could change and relax, but she had other ideas. This was the first time she and I had been alone together in the trailer and she apparently wanted to play some word games with me.
"I like the waterbed," Karen said with a slight edge to her voice. "Let's trade rooms for the night tonight."
"I don't think so," I answered sarcastically.
"Ooooh," she said, making a mocking gesture. "My aren't we acting tough today."
"Karen, why don't you just leave?" I said as I put my nightie back in the drawer and closed it.
"Make me," she said rather ominously.
"What?" I said, not really believing that she was acting like some high school bitch wanting to start a fight.
"I said . . . make me," she repeated with a smile on her face that I didn't like the looks of.
"I'm not about to fight you," I said, grabbing a pair of shorts and top from another drawer in an attempt to ignore her. My attempt to brush her off just made her even more determined.
"I was right, you're just a chicken shit little bitch," she said in a nasty mocking tone. "You act real catty and tough when the men are around to protect you, but one on one, you're a real puss."
Truth of the matter is, I'd never been in a real fight before and I guess I was a chicken shit. Karen looked like the type that had been in a few hair pulling fights and she had some long, nasty looking fingernails that I didn't want buried in my face. Besides that, I was wearing a dress and high heels, and there was no one there to break things up if we did wind up in a fight. I'd seen two girls get into a fight back in high school and it was a long wild battle that left them both stripped and clawed to ribbons and I promised myself that day that there was no way I was ever going to get into anything as carnally perverted and violent as that.
"Please leave," I said in a sheepish tone, hoping to diffuse the situation and avoid having to fight Karen.
Karen slowly got up off the bed and walked toward me but the smile on her face was gone and as she approached me, I could smell the booze on her breath and realized she was drunk and I was in deep trouble. My knees were involuntarily shaking at the thought of having to fight and my mind raced as I tried to figure a way out.
"Make me leave, bitch," she said, giving me a little push in the chest.
"I told you Karen," I said a bit more firmly. "I don't want to fight you. Just go sleep it off."
Then she backed off a step, pulled her tee shirt over her head and tossed it asside. Standing there now is just her panties and bra, she taunted me to come after her but I held my ground and refused to fight. I kept listening for a car door, hoping the fish hadn't been biting and that the cavalry would arrive to calm this bitch down.
"Look," I said, "I'm going to go take a shower. Browse through my things if you want, I really don't care, just back off and leave me alone."
With that, I turned away from her, kicked off my shoes and tossed them in the closet. Then I realized the enormity of the mistake I'd made by turning my back on her as she grabbed me by the hair and threw me against the wall. I hit the wall hard but didn't go down and she again taunted me to fight her.
She was determined. She was saying horrible things to me, calling me names, threatening to scratch my eyes out and rip out my hair, and then she struck home. Karen told me to either fight her, or she'd fuck my husband. When she saw the expression on my face change, she knew she'd struck pay dirt and turned up the heat. She started saying she was going to suck his cock dry, ram her tongue down his throat, carve her initials in his back with her fingernails, and make him eat her pussy all night.
Everybody has a breaking point, and Karen had just hit mine. I finally exploded and told her if she ever laid a hand on my husband, I'd give her a fucking fight. She just laughed at me, and with that last final taunt, I lost all control and sense of reason, grabbed her by the hair, and the battle was on.
It was mid august and an incredibly hot afternoon to begin with and I was still wearing a dress, slip, bra, pantyhose and panties while she only had on a very skimpy pair of white nylon tricot bikini panties and a white lace bra so she was much cooler in the heat and had much more freedom of movement than I did.
We were very similar in height and weight, although alot more of her weight was in her chest than mine was. I too had some fingernails of my own and even though they weren't as long and dangerous looking as Karen's, they could still do a bit of damage on bare skin.
We struggled around the small bedroom, each with two handfuls of each other's hair, bouncing off the walls and crashing into the dressers and closet door. Her balance was slightly off from the alcohol and I was holding my own until she started tearing my clothes off. I panicked as I heard the ripping of cloth and pulled my hands out of her hair to try to grab her hands and stop her but she was like an eight armed octopus. Her hands were everywhere and my clothes slowly came away a piece at a time until I found myself in just my panties, bra, and pantyhose.
We were both already sweating pretty heavily and even though no really damage had yet been done physically, I was tiring already because of the intense heat and humidity. I wasn't out of shape but I was not used to this level of physical exertion. Karen was strong and bull like in the way she fought and she was really controlling things at this point. Out of desperation, I grabbed her bra and pulled as hard as I could with both hands, figuring I'd maul those big tits of hers to give her something to think about.
I was expecting her bra to just snap off and tear away easily, like they always do in Hollywood movie girl fights, but it didn't. I pulled a second time, and then a third time until her tits finally popped free. The bra hadn't ripped though, I'd just managed to pull it down far enough to where her tits popped out and the bra was wedged up underneath them, still intact. Expecting her to take the time to stuff her melons back into her bra, I got another surprise as she just ignored her nudity and went for my hair again.
Karen spun me around and slammed me face first into the wall again. I could feel her hard nipples stabbing into my back as she pinned me against the wall. Leaving one hand in my hair, she used her other hand to methodically rip my bra to shreds, exposing my much smaller tits. Karen was good at this, much better than I was and although I was still on my feet, she was just toying with me.
Then she grabbed the waistband of my pantyhose and pulled me away from the wall, spinning me around like some ragdoll. I managed to catch her with a slap to the face and that really pissed her off. She screamed "Bitch!" and dug both hands into my hair. I yelped in pain as she started jerking my head from side to side like a wild woman. I did the same to her and we battled back and forth around the room in a wild hair pulling struggle as our tits flopped, bounced, jiggled and mashed together with sweat running through our cleavage.
Karen then pulled one hand free and grabbed the front of the waistband of my pantyhose. Using them as leverage, Karen spun me around and as my legs hit the end of the wooden frame of the waterbed, I fell onto the bed on my back with a loud splash. Karen came right down on top of me and immediately scrambled into a straddle position, pinning me to the soft warm mattress. I was enveloped by the covers and by Karen's sweaty flesh as I squirmed and struggled uselessly beneath her.
She deftly pinned my arms to the bed, high over my head as her thighs crushed my sides. Sweat dripped from her huge "D" cup titties into my face as I thrashed from side to side. Both our bodies were becoming fairly slippery now and Karen began to slide down a little and as she did, her tits came close enough to my face for me to be able to reach my head up and sink my pretty white teeth into one of her jugs. She let out a horrible scream and grabbed at her left tit, giving me the chance to throw her off. She hit the padded side rail of the waterbed and fell to the floor as I scrambled off the other side of the bed and headed for the door to get away from her. I knew her retaliation for the tit bite would be brutal and I wanted no parts of that so I ran.
Karen was quick though and she dove headlong toward me, grabbing my ankle just as I reached the door. I kicked and tried to stomp on her but she held on tight, finally biting my calf that sent me to the floor, writhing in pain. The hole she'd bitten in my pantyhose sent strings of runners shooting up the right leg of my once sheer pretty pantyhose. I gingerly tried to crawl away from her, sliding on my tush backwards toward the dresser as she got to her hands and knees and began to stalk me.
"So . . . you . . . you want a . . . a tit fight," she panted between labored breaths.
I knew I was dead now as she flexed her long painted claws and slowly moved toward me for the attack. I tried to back up more but my back was already against the dresser and there was no place else to go. With nothing left to do, I kicked at her with both legs to try to keep her away. She straightened up slightly and was batting my legs away while moving ever closer and then she lunged at me between kicks and grabbed my hair.
I fell to my right and wound up on my back on the rug with Karen on top of me, between my legs. I snaked my legs around her waist out of instinct and locked my ankles around behind her back in a scissors hold. I squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could but quickly released the hold as pain exploded in my calf from where she'd bitten me. Then Karen finally went for my tits as I'd expected.
The bitch dug all ten talons into my bare titties and started clawing, twisting, pulling, and kneading them like so much pastry dough on a bread board. I shrieked and screamed and wailed as she mauled and molested my vulnerable titties. I grabbed at her wrists and tried to pull her hands off my tits as her sweaty, tangled, matted hair stung my face from her head whips. She was fighting as though she'd been taken over and possessed by a cat demon, hissing and spitting with a wild abandon.
"I give! I give!" I started screaming. "You win! Please stop!" I begged her to quit, crying uncontrollably from the incredible pain and finally she stopped.
"Am I . . . the . . . better . . . woman?" she panted.
"Yes . . . " I muttered, still crying heavily.
"Say it!" she ordered.
"You're . . . you're . . . the . . . bet . . . better woman," I stammered.
Then she lightened up on me and the smile returned to her face as she started inching forward, slowly moving toward my face. She was going to make me eat her pussy! I tried to struggle but when I did, she grabbed my tits again so I stopped. I had no choice now other than either eating her pussy or letting her tear my tits off, neither of which was an acceptable option.
I closed my eyes and let my body go limp as she inched forward, sliding her hot, wet, panty clad cxnt up over my chest toward my face. I let her think I was going to submit to her horrible, humiliating tactic, but she was in for a surprise. I was at the point where I'd rather let her kill me than have to lick her pussy and as I felt her get closer and closer to her goal, my blood began to boil. Something strange now was coming over me as I felt my nipples begin to get harder and my pussy begin to juice up. I guess it was just the admission finally that I was going to fight or die that finally set me free to do what I knew I had to do.
I'd already done things in this fight that I'd never done, or even dreamed of doing in my entire life. I'd never touched another woman's tits and had never been exposed to such close bodily contact with another woman. Sure it was a brutal fight with no sexual overtones, but still, two bodies in contact is going to have some degree of arousal attached to it and that bothered me until I resolved to finish the fight, no matter what it took.
As Karen slowly squirmed toward my face, I grabbed two handfuls of the sheets and prepared for my last ditch attempt to break free. I smelled her pussy as she slid her bikini clad crotch to my chin and then to my mouth. Grabbing two fistfuls of my hair, Karen pulled my mouth to her waiting cxnt and ordered me to eat her. Fortunately she hadn't bothered to stop and take off her panties so at least I had that thin silk barrier between her cxnt and my mouth.
Then it was time. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and sunk my teeth into her cxnt. The scream she let out could have probably been heard two blocks away as she rolled off me to the side. This time I didn't run. I jumped her from behind, pushed her face down into the waterbed, crawled on top of her, and starting clawing her body like a wildcat.
I threw all caution to the wind now and was fighting like a hooker in a bar room brawl, oblivious to everything around me. Karen wasn't about to go down that easy though and she struggled until she was able to turn over to face me. Our legs snaked together and we hooked up in a vicious tooth and nail battle royale right there on the waterbed. We were slapping, clawing, biting, grabbing, pulling hair, mauling bare tits, and doing horrible things to each other's bodies.
Our legs, hopelessly entangled like clinging vines, were causing our cxnts to rub and grind together as we wriggled and squirmed around and I couldn't believe the amount of body fluids we were excreting. Wherever our bodies made a small depression in the mattress, a small pool of fluid formed and finally I realized we'd punctured the waterbed and were now slowly draining the mattress into the protective liner that surrounded it. The water was room temperature and as it slowly enveloped us, the chlorine smell became stronger and stronger.
Soon the water was several inches deep and the lower the mattress sank as it leaked, the bed began to take the form of a kind of pit since we were now fighting below the level of the side rails, preventing us from rolling off the bed onto the floor. We were soon almost completely immersed in the water and tangling like two cats in a swimming pool. The water was refreshing and invigorating to me, giving me what was tantamount to a second wind.
I was caught up now in a perverse animal like battle with this bitch that was taking on strange dimensions unlike anything I'd ever known. I was clawing at her buttocks, her thighs, her tits, and getting dangerously close to attacking her cxnt. I was willing to do anything now to win the fight and subdue Karen, just so I could punish her not only for hurting me, but for forcing me to lower myself to such a primitive, primordial level of competition.
We could have been two cave women at that point from a million years ago, battling with nothing but our practically naked bodies, with no inhibitions, no sense of right or wrong, no decency, and no thought of what a spectator might think of our bizarre, perverted display. We were riding a fine line between fighting and fucking and I was totally lost in the grey area, mindlessly grabbing, groping, and clawing at any part of her body I could get my hands on.
I don't know why, but for some reason my mind snapped back to reality and upon realizing the carnal ritual I was engaged in, I tried to pull away. Karen was whimpering and moaning now, clutching and hanging onto me as she slammed her body against mine rhythmically. She was fucking me! I tried to pull away again but she kept going harder and harder, moaning louder and pumping faster while pulling my hair and clawing at my little silk panties.
Then she tensed and had an orgasm and I couldn't believe it. I clawed to escape but she held me down, trapped in our pool of water, writhing like two sex starved horny lesbians. Depleted somewhat from the orgasm, I managed to get on top of her, pin her, and hold her there long enough to throw several hard slaps to her face. I had my left hand in her hair, holding her head down while I slapped her with my other hand.
Then our husbands walked in and froze instantly as the carnage they'd stumbled upon. I kept slapping Karen, not caring that they were there. I just want to kill this bitch that was under me, but the men had other ideas and quickly pulled me off the sleazy brunette, ending our epic battle.
The fight had last nearly half an hour and while neither of us were seriously hurt, we were each stiff, sore, clawed, and swollen in some very private places. I'd clearly won and even though I was pulled off before I could consummate the victory, I still wonder to this day if I would have made her eat my pussy once she verbally gave up. I really think that I would have.
My husband still talks about that fight and has made me recreate it for him time and time again, telling him every small detail of the fight. We have great sex everytime we talk about the fight and he's constantly harassing me to get into erotic wrestling for him and fight again. Maybe for his birthday I'll invite Karen over . . .
THE END
